46xxxx (021) Mark of Cain

The knife of have your hand like this. No! No! At price the town it was hurt like this! Not his or her, my heart. It was I who died at my... John Sturgeon!

Midnight, the witching hour when the night is darkest, our fears the strongest, and our strength that it's lowest in. Midnight, when the graves keep open that death's. You learn the answer in just a minute in...

The mark of Cain, murdered at midnight. Tales of mystery and terror by radio's masters of the macabre. Our story by A.S. Guinness's The mark of Cain. The ash-colored light sifting in covering us both with bitter dust.

He and I... It's still there, the newspaper. I still haven't read it. Yet I know... How much longer can I fight it off? Not looking. I could. Who's there? Peter? Just a minute.

John, have you seen the morning paper? Paper? What's wrong with you, darling? You read it, haven't you? No. But you're dressed in a wake. Why? They did it. What did it say? What did he do?

Not you dropped me to my hotel last night. I saw the item. I couldn't sleep. I waited for you to call. And when you didn't, I became worried. That's why I'm here at this hour.

What pages at all need it? Bottom of nine. Bottom of nine. Knowing everything except what page. Knowing ever since last night when the fear came on me again. Now, here it is. Bottom of nine?

There it is. Canton, Ohio, June 13th. State and Minnesota. Come on, Sturgis, be a good boy. Get back in your room like the other. Now, you like me, don't you? Now, I never hit you like the other gods.